Comedy of Errors Lines

Sure, Luciana, it is two o’clock

Perhaps some merchant hath invited him and form the mart he’s somewhere gone to dinner. Good sister, let us dine and never fret. A man is master of his liberty - be patient sister

This servitude makes you to keep unwed

Well, I will marry one day but to try. Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh.

‘I know not thy mistress, out on thy mistress’

Said who?

From my poor cheek? Then he hat wasted it!

Self harming jealousy! Fie beat it hence!

I’ll weep whats left away and weeping die

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy

As strange unto your town as to your talk

When were you wont to use my sister thus? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.

Teul’’ suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue

Why pratest to thyself and answer’st not? Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot

[Enter]

And may it be that you have quite forgot a husbands office? Shall Anitpholus, even in the spring of love, thy love springs rot? Alas, poor women, make us but believe, being compact of credit, that you love us; comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife!

Far more, far more to you do i incline

What are you mad that you do reason so? It is a fault that springeth from your eye!

For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by

Gaze where you should that would clear your sight

As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night

Why call you me love? Call my sister so

My sole earth’

s heaven and my heaven’s claim

All this my sister is or else should be

Give me thy hand

O, soft air! Hold you still: I’ll fetch my sister to get her good will

Of his heart’s meteors tilting on his face?

First he denied you had in him no right, then swore he that he was a stranger here

With what persuasion did he tempt thy love

First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.

Didst speak him fair

Have patience, I beseech

Stigmatical in making, worse in mind

Who then would be jealous of such a one?

Establish him in his true sense again, And I will please you what you will demand

Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks

He came to me and I deliver’d it

And I am witness with her that she did

Will you be bound for nothing? Be mad, good master: cry ‘The Devil’

God help poor souls, how idly do they talk!

[Enter Antipholus of Syrause and Dromio of Syracuse]

Oh, Heaven for thy mercy, they are loose again!

The consequence is then thy jealous fits have scared thy husband from the use of wits

She never reprehended him but mildly

Be quiet and depart: thou shalt not have him

Complain unto the duke of this indignity

No my good lord, myself, he and my sister today did dine together.

Ne’er may I look on day, nor sleep on night, but she tells to your highness simple truth.